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Fic: "Heaven In A Cup"
Title: Heaven In A Cup
Author: redbrunja
Fandom: Questionable Content
Pairing: Faye/Angus
Rating: PG
Warnings: spoilers for the latest strips.
Author's Note: written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Summary: In which Angus goes to Coffee of Doom for something that is not usually sought at that location.
"I need something sweet," Angus groaned at 6:52 am from where he was slumped across the counter.
Faye's morning jolt of caffeine had yet to bind to her adenosine receptors, so the best she could do was cock a hip, raise and eyebrow, and drawl, "so you came here?"
Which was actually pretty good, considering that the sun was still in the process of debating whether or not it was going to rise.
"I feel like such a monster," Angus continued, face smushed into the glass-topped counter. "Give me something delicious. Show me there is still beauty in this world."
He slid down to slump on the floor.
"Marigold still milking her rejection for everything it's worth, huh?" Faye asked sardonically as she got a fresh pitcher and started steaming together half and half and whole milk.
Angus moaned from the floor. "I don't know. Sometimes I think so, but she does watch a lot of anime."
Faye automatically rolled her eyes and then felt a tiny, miniscule, microscopic speck of something that might be guilt. It might be Marigold's fault she was a completely inexperienced nerd but it wasn't like she could help it. Faye finished steaming the milk, dashed a bit into a eighteen ounce cup with half a shot each of vanilla and cinnamon, and them dumped in four shots of espresso, before topping the drink off with the rest of the half-and-half/milk mixture.
Angus was still relating the tale of Marigold's woe. "She's barely left her room. She's holed up there with Hanners, sobbing. She's probably subsisting on flat Mountain Dew and stale pocki."
The was a pause, during which Faye added an epic amount of whipped cream to Angus' mutant breve/latte monstrosity. Truly, it was a feat worthy of her mad barista skillz.
Angus slowly ascended, coming to a rest with his chin on the counter. "...is that whipped cream?" he asked slowly.
"No, it's fairy farts," Faye shoved the drink at him.
He lapped at the whipped cream, slurped at the liquid, still kneeling on the floor.
"Ouch," he said. "I burned my mouth on heaven."
Faye rolled her eyes, guilt-free this time.
"So, continue," she finally said, making sure that the coffee shop was still basically empty and showing concern for another human being was unlikely to ruin her rep.
Angus cleared his throat, pushed his glasses up.
"Okay, so she's basically taken up permanent residence in her bedroom," he said.
"And that's different how?"
"If you don't behave, story time will be canceled."
Faye leaned across the counter, boobs directly at his eye level.
"Trust me," she said, as sultry as Mae West, "You want me to misbehave."
Angus blinked owlishly at her, and then popped to his feet.
She saw him debate whether or not he was going to raise or call on her flirtation and didn't let herself admit she was disappointed when he continued telling her about Marigold. Faye's timing had always sucked, why should today be different?
"So anyway, she's only comes out to use the bathroom and forage for single serving slices of american cheese and cool whip, and when she sees me, she bursts into tears and runs back into her room."
He looked at her expectantly, like she was supposed to be comforting.
Faye punched his shoulder gently. "Don't worry, she'll get over it."
Angus looked uncomforted.
"Look, Marigold has never been on a date or anything," Faye started.
Angus looked even less happy than he had when he'd staggered in, and took a large gulp of his drink.
"So this is all new to her," she finished.
"Yeah, but," Angus protested, "I remember first love. It doesn't usually involve solitary confinement. Or Hanner's-only socialization."
Faye shrugged. "You said it yourself - she does watch a lot of anime."
Author: redbrunja
Fandom: Questionable Content
Pairing: Faye/Angus
Rating: PG
Warnings: spoilers for the latest strips.
Author's Note: written for
teh_amazing_one Summary: In which Angus goes to Coffee of Doom for something that is not usually sought at that location.
"I need something sweet," Angus groaned at 6:52 am from where he was slumped across the counter.
Faye's morning jolt of caffeine had yet to bind to her adenosine receptors, so the best she could do was cock a hip, raise and eyebrow, and drawl, "so you came here?"
Which was actually pretty good, considering that the sun was still in the process of debating whether or not it was going to rise.
"I feel like such a monster," Angus continued, face smushed into the glass-topped counter. "Give me something delicious. Show me there is still beauty in this world."
He slid down to slump on the floor.
"Marigold still milking her rejection for everything it's worth, huh?" Faye asked sardonically as she got a fresh pitcher and started steaming together half and half and whole milk.
Angus moaned from the floor. "I don't know. Sometimes I think so, but she does watch a lot of anime."
Faye automatically rolled her eyes and then felt a tiny, miniscule, microscopic speck of something that might be guilt. It might be Marigold's fault she was a completely inexperienced nerd but it wasn't like she could help it. Faye finished steaming the milk, dashed a bit into a eighteen ounce cup with half a shot each of vanilla and cinnamon, and them dumped in four shots of espresso, before topping the drink off with the rest of the half-and-half/milk mixture.
Angus was still relating the tale of Marigold's woe. "She's barely left her room. She's holed up there with Hanners, sobbing. She's probably subsisting on flat Mountain Dew and stale pocki."
The was a pause, during which Faye added an epic amount of whipped cream to Angus' mutant breve/latte monstrosity. Truly, it was a feat worthy of her mad barista skillz.
Angus slowly ascended, coming to a rest with his chin on the counter. "...is that whipped cream?" he asked slowly.
"No, it's fairy farts," Faye shoved the drink at him.
He lapped at the whipped cream, slurped at the liquid, still kneeling on the floor.
"Ouch," he said. "I burned my mouth on heaven."
Faye rolled her eyes, guilt-free this time.
"So, continue," she finally said, making sure that the coffee shop was still basically empty and showing concern for another human being was unlikely to ruin her rep.
Angus cleared his throat, pushed his glasses up.
"Okay, so she's basically taken up permanent residence in her bedroom," he said.
"And that's different how?"
"If you don't behave, story time will be canceled."
Faye leaned across the counter, boobs directly at his eye level.
"Trust me," she said, as sultry as Mae West, "You want me to misbehave."
Angus blinked owlishly at her, and then popped to his feet.
She saw him debate whether or not he was going to raise or call on her flirtation and didn't let herself admit she was disappointed when he continued telling her about Marigold. Faye's timing had always sucked, why should today be different?
"So anyway, she's only comes out to use the bathroom and forage for single serving slices of american cheese and cool whip, and when she sees me, she bursts into tears and runs back into her room."
He looked at her expectantly, like she was supposed to be comforting.
Faye punched his shoulder gently. "Don't worry, she'll get over it."
Angus looked uncomforted.
"Look, Marigold has never been on a date or anything," Faye started.
Angus looked even less happy than he had when he'd staggered in, and took a large gulp of his drink.
"So this is all new to her," she finished.
"Yeah, but," Angus protested, "I remember first love. It doesn't usually involve solitary confinement. Or Hanner's-only socialization."
Faye shrugged. "You said it yourself - she does watch a lot of anime."
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(Oh, and just a sidenote. It's spelled "pocky" and not "poki".)
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If they did, I would squee so hard.
And the pocky misspelling is fixed!
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in the strips, I'm seriously waiting for Dora to show up with Marten in the yaoi guy, shirtless tuxedo outfit to make Marigold feel better lmao.
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in the strips, I'm seriously waiting for Dora to show up with Marten in the yaoi guy, shirtless tuxedo outfit to make Marigold feel better lmao.
That would make Marigold feel a lot better. ^_^
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